She points at the rectangle and makes a querying noise.

"...she doesn't want my pocket everything, does she?" asks Luta. "I'm on the call queue."

"Who knows?" wonders another adult.

"...Want knows," she tries.

Alaior giggles at her.

"Like a parrot," someone says. "Parrot alien."

"Understand," she insists.

"If you can understand Oahkar how come you can't speak it?" asks Alaior.

She waves a hand and a cloud of multicolored mist comes out. "Magic," she says in Genoshan.

"I don't speak alien," Alaior says.

She sighs.

She waves a hand, throwing mist. She snaps her fingers, throwing sparks. She hops a few inches higher into the air. And then she points at her ear.

"You're like a movie," says Alaior. "I wanna be a movie."

"Movie?"

"Yeah!"

"Want understand."

"Ummmmm..." She sings the alphabet.

This is useful! She sings it back.

Alaior giggles. Luta is still in the call queue. Adults are variously peering over her shoulder, finishing their dinner, or watching Odette and Illia warily.

This is reasonable.

Odette explains the alphabet song to Illia.

Illia also sings the alphabet song, then.

Alaior claps.

"Cute kid."

"Mhm."

"Want understand--Senator?" she tries.

"A senator is one of the blues who runs the country," says Alaior. "Grandma works for one and Auntie is calling him."

"Blues?"

"Yes. We are yellows," Alaior adds helpfully.